The night comes again
I watch as the sun disappears on the horizon
As thoughts blow up in my mind
I realize that your words make as much sense to me, as they do to you
And every minute I sink.
I sink further into this fantasy.
Where Truth is stranger than fiction,
Maybe dreams mean more than reality.
I no longer know:
All I know is the longing, the angst.
The feeling that as much as I have fallen
There is still so much more
With you, I discover new depths
I learn things I can't understand.
But I know, in one way or another.
The end is near
It is always so near
I reach out,
Clasp it in my hands,
Know it in my heart
Then, it scurries away.
And through it, I hear a voice
Is it yours, or is it mine?
Neither of us knows
It's the river, it's the wind, it's the leaves, it's the tree, it's your heart, it's mine.
Reality is a figment of imagination
The breath is what makes it real.
Madness, is sinking to the bottom
And going further.
Further is where I go
Further is where we go.
We lead each other there,
Without knowing who's ahead.
Sleep well, my dear, sleep tight
The dream is as real as we are
And dreams of you, I shall have